"First of all, please. Like that matters. Second of all, I guess it's more just the way they go about trying to attain this impossible ideal, with such paternalistic, overbearing measures. Do you know I have to fill out a contract to throw a bash? Talk about sucking away spontaneous fun. The administration seems so content to treat us like little kids, rather than the mature individuals we are. I mean, come on, we all got into Harvard, didn't we? That's got to count for something!"

"I suppose you're right."

"And it carries over into other matters as well. The folks in the administration, they never listen to our side of things. We tell them the advising system is a joke, they ignore us. We tell them randomization has ruined all but the most contrived House spirit, they could care less. They want to make all the decisions for us. I don't understand it. They're not our parents!"

"Yeah, I see where you're coming from. Well, let's move on. Where are you living again? Matthews or something?"

"Yeah, everything's back to normal now. Oh wait, I didn't tell you, did I? A bunch of suites got burglarized last week. A regular crime spree! We were always in The Crimson. One of my friends even got quoted."

"Saying what?"

"That the administration wasn't doing enough to keep its students safe. She's right, you know."